Strange Grief Wants to Retire ~ The Weakest Hunter’s Hero Dream

Uh, no more. I want to throw everything out and get out now.

I sighed dressed badly in the Clanmaster's room as usual.

I went for an ice cream with Tino for a few days. Things had not changed at all.

After I got home, I did a lot of research and saw it, but it was just information that it sucked to come out, and I can't help it.

Or it's completely out of my hands for this one.

It also seems certain to say that "The Tower of Akasha" is a famous sorcery society, well from what I can tell, a secret society is generally a bad place, so I don't want to get involved, but it seems an organization that makes the search for truth quite obnoxious in the name of it.

Robbery of rare materials and organisms from killing. Even the mafia around here do things like kidnapping, experimenting with human beings, and summoning ancient gods with sacrifices. I think I'm gonna throw up.

There is no one else in Ark or Luke, and the other clan members in Imperial Capital have already moved at the request of the expedition. There's no treasure.

I don't even know why I was hiding in the rabbit's nest, but if it was the Sorcery Order, I wanted it to look like it.

Well, if they knew it was such a dangerous sorceress society at that time, my choice would be an escape option, but the worst part is that Liz cut to the Gurks. And it sucks that, for some reason, Mr. Gark is believing that. It's packed.

I wonder why Mr. Gark doesn't understand my incompetence when we've been dating for years. It's a high level, but it's a level that you guys have certified. Because if you certify me at a higher level, I won't be strong.

Eva, who knows the status quo better than I do, puts tea in my desk, which is a sloppy escape from reality with her legs on the desk.

Oh, I'm sorry. I don't need tea because I'm not working......

"Mr. Klee, are you okay with Akasha?

"... not yet"

I make a huge stretch remembering the hate-stained face of the leader of Rabbi Research.

I didn't think anything of it then, but it would suck if that was the leader of the shitty Sorcery Order. Definitely would be buying a grudge.

I didn't mean to offend you, but that has nothing to do with Mr. Noto.

I am incompetent, but I only know how to protect my life because I have seen it scattered. [M]

There's only one option left for me right now - not a single step out of the cranhouse.

This clan house is my safe spot at the same time as it is a place for clan members to relax. I built my bedroom here, and the facilities are more abundant than any other clan, and I have a basement to prepare for raids in times of need.

These are some of the best hunters in the Empire. He is a professional in monster extermination.

Even if the opponent is the Sorcery Order, there is probably no safer place in the Empire City than here.

It's a level of robustness that convinces me that in case this raids and you die, well, you can't help it.

That's why I'm not getting out of here at all. In Tino, you'd be a little underpowered as an escort, and I'd be a little relieved if Liz was around, but, well, you shouldn't go out until the killer gets caught.

They're going to say, "What a transcendent physical attack. Ooh."... I didn't.

"That's not the time... when is the time coming? Mr. Gark seems to be in a bit of a hurry..."

"Hmmm... I don't know about all this even when you say that..."

I mean, isn't Mr. Gark's trust in me too thick?

It's a coincidence that something like slime came out, and it's a coincidence that I ran into a rabbi research member. That would convince me of the thickness of this trust if all those events were due to calculations, but I have already said that there is no such thing.

Isn't it strange that you should understand without being told, but you don't?

What do you mean, you can swim... it's about my eyes swimming.

"It's an eyeball pit. What have you seen so far..."

I'm helpless. If we go outside, we can do the treasure hall, and we can't stop Liz from abusing us.

On the contrary............... yes, Citrie.

It couldn't even be stopped when Citrie was stigmatized and given two terrible names: 'The Worst (Deep Black)'.

I took refuge, but I was powerless. Pressure from the country was working too hard. I don't think it's weird to be penalized for just being charged even though there's no evidence. There must have been some kind of conspiracy to make Citrine infinitely closer to black with circumstantial evidence.

Citrie laughed and forgave me, but what happened then is remembered as my greatest failure since my arrival in the Empire City. (Incidentally, at that time, the sister at heart was clapping her hands and laughing heavily)

I got upset when I remembered something. Complain in a small voice.

"I don't suppose you're muscular to the brain."

"... Klee, that's too much."

... but if you think calmly, it may not be possible or impossible for Mr. Gark to misunderstand.

Citrine is a good kid, but I've known her for a long time. Sometimes I talk and feel uneven, and from someone else who doesn't know more, it would look like a few head screws are flying. Everyone but me was convinced when they gave me two names.

What do you mean, "I'll make sure we find the right killer next time"......

... You didn't really do it, did you?

and, at that time, a large door in the clanmaster's room opened with a noise.

To the unexpected appearance I did hear my own bloody sound.

"Hey, Klee. I'm sorry you came all of a sudden when I was busy... for once, just checking the situation, trying to keep it, you know... oh, I'm sorry, you know. Busy place."

Mr. Gurk enters the room with a blue muscle up and a pulled grin. Too bad timing.

I tumble off the chair because I left my legs on the table in an attempt to ground them reflectively.

While I'm hitting him harder and harder, Mr. Gark will be packing the time shortly before he stops.

When I stood up holding down my aching back, I was already in front of him.

Shit. Scary. I wonder where they were asking from......

"Hey, I'm sorry. Mr. Klee, I'm a militant. Hey, I'm a brain muscle. Unlike you, I know everything. Share information. Uh, I don't know anything."

…………

"Eyes are also a hole-saving thing. Ahhh!? All I see is what I see. Ooh! Unlike you! I want you to change your eyeballs!

They weren't even talking out loud, but they were asking me everything through the door. This is why I have trouble being a hunter.

I laugh blankly at Mr. Gark, who looks down at me with a sword. [M]

"Haha, haha......... I wish I had bad ears too"

"Are you making a fool of yourself? Oh, you!

"Well, calm down, please! Klee, you can't really take what you say!

"Sorry about our master all the time! I'll tell you later, so please forgive me peacefully!

Kaina and Eva, who just walked in with a bitter laugh from behind, forgive Mr. Gark.

That's what I'm used to. His breath fits perfectly as if he were his sisters. I'm confident that if they're on my side, Mr. Gark, they'll slap me lightly. [M] I want you to stay on my side the whole time.

Hurry up and get on with the apology.

"Shh, excuse me. It just came out of my mouth, and I'm not serious."

"I know. Oh, I know. So, I haven't used the muscles that are my only strength yet!

Phew Phew Mr. Gark laughs as he breathes roughly.

Shit. I hear Mr. Gark got rounded up compared to the whole season, but he's still a former 'war ghost'. I don't know when I'll get my hands on it.

Apologies won't be enough, I'm clearly angry. I followed him in a short drive. [M]

"Oh no... I think you have great joke sense and patience too!

"Are you making a fool of yourself? Oh, you!

Oh, no. This. You should keep your mouth shut.

Kaina desperately pushes Mr. Gark, who absurds his voice to intimidate him. Eva looks at me with the eyes of not saying anything unnecessary.

When I pinch my mouth in a hurry, it doesn't do a lot of things.

In silence, Mr. Gark took a big, deep breath, finally calming down, slamming thick material on my desk.

It says externally to a large extent on the cover.

Blue muscles are still floating on my forehead, but I slowly get the word out.

"I may already be in your brilliant 'ear', but it's the result of an exploratory and imperial investigation. I found some lab rooms outside. It was empty inside, but experts are looking into it now."

I heard via Tino that I was investigating, but it's only been a week or so since the investigation began.

Even a treasure hall near the Imperial City can't be a hundred if it includes everything from pin to kili. I can see that seriousness, such as finding a lab in this short period of time.

"Heh... it's amazing to find it in this short period of time"

"Huh..."

"Calm down, Mr. Gark. Klee, you're not stirring up. This is the vegetable, you know that?

Kaina is forgiving Mr. Gark for looking at him like he's going to shoot him.

"Huh? No, no, no, I didn't incite you, did I? I just thought it was awesome..."

"Klee, shut up!

I have no choice but to whisper. Am I not even allowed to do great things?

What can I say? Should I say to this extent? Looks like level eight?

"Well, to this extent..."

"Huh... Klee? Are you trying, even with my patience?

Look, I knew it would piss me off. What should I do? [M]

I sighed deeply and said to Mr. Gark, who was angry. Come on, let's talk constructive.

"Well, well, Mr. Gark, calm down. This is not the time to rush. I'll read the materials right away. Anything else?

"Huh... the top one is cutting the numbness... I want to know what you're looking for"

Uh... there it is. I want to know that, too. It's blocked. I can't do anything.

But I don't have the courage to say that to Mr. Angry Gark. I guess I'll buy some time......

I tilted my neck and answered, pretending to think the most. [M]

"... right... I need help, I guess"

Ark, or my childhood trainers on an expedition, I think I'll figure something out when they get back.

They are loved by the Goddess of Destiny. I'm sure he'll be treated like a hero one day.

Not only is it strong, but somehow - it's a strong pull. I hate to pull too, but the Arcs have a lot of problem-solving skills in addition to that.

We can do something about this one. I think I've said something before, but if there's nothing I can do about it, there's nothing I can do about it.

To my answer, Mr. Gark's eyebrows tickled.

"Huh... help... right? Whose?

Whose,. It is a difficult question. I'd like to answer all of them, but I'm sure Mr. Gark wouldn't approve of that.

Needless to say, the most stable one is Ark Rodin. He is excellent in every sense. It's sad it's not "Ghost of Mourning".

On the other hand, if you say it in our members, Luke and Liz are not suited for this kind of investigative system because they are more brain muscle than Mr. Gark. Eliza is a bandit, but she's a member of the group I recently put in from the outside, so she won't ask me for anything.

Lucia and Anthem can always be relied upon because they are calmly deposited, but both are flawed in balls that stand out very much.

Or there's the slime thing, so it's a citrie choice. I want you to come back to Citrine. It's the final answer.

Somehow look at the calendar on the table and answer.

"It's Citrie................ maybe it's time to come home"

Rather, it is too late. The round mark I left on my expected return date was a long time ago.

If you're not here any longer, let's go see how it goes. If anything happens, you can't abandon it.

Mr. Gark makes a harsh look.

"... Citrie?... With that said, they're hostile to Akasha... but it has to be Citri? When are you coming home? Call some alchemists if you need them."

"I'm home now"

A familiar figure came in with a familiar voice.

Mr. Gark turns around vigorously and captures his appearance and complains.

same pink blonde hair and eyes as Liz. She is a little taller than her sister, Liz, but weaves her plain colored coat and looks smaller than her entity because she's not as noisy as Liz.

He carries a large bag on his back and also has a potion bag two times larger on his waist belt than what a regular hunter is equipped with.

I don't have a cane. Citrie's role is not combat. She is the command tower. Preparation and later, he is a meritorious member of The Ghost of Mourning (Strange Grief), which collects information on the Treasure Palace.

Citrine Smart. It was the arrival of the hunter I was waiting for.

There is no dirt in its emergence, and nothing has changed compared to when it left the Imperial Capital. Apparently, he was safe.

"Welcome back, Citrie"

Raise your hand with relief inside.

But that's a very convenient time. I guess you weren't listening outside. It's called Mr. Gark, maybe we should make the door a little more soundproof.

Before me in doubt, Citrine comes with a strange face for some reason. I passed through a small meeting in front of Mr. Gark, who pulled me in the face, through Mr. Kaina and Eva who couldn't say anything, and said with tears that he would stand in front of me.

"Mr. Klee, it's overprotective. You don't have to do that, you won't miss it!

"??????????? Oh, yes. You're sorry?"

I wonder what you're talking about at the top of the opening. Would I have done something?

"I'm ruined because of Mr. Klee. I was going to convince you to surrender............ I want you to add or subtract. Then... I will draw sympathy."

"Talk about what?

I didn't understand the situation, and I said something that Citrine couldn't believe. [M]

"I'm talking about the Tower of Akasha."

Mr. Gark's expression freezes. I'm going to look at me, but I don't know why that story is coming out of the Citrine I just got back.

In front of me, who cannot speak and can only blink, Citrine lowers her backpack, takes out a small black bag from inside and gives it to Mr. Gark, who is flashing.

I'm not afraid because there's something like anger all over my behavior, but I'm not overwhelmed with momentum different from my sister's.

"The main culprit is caught below. If you don't get there soon, you might die because of Mr. Klee doing too much."

"Huh!? Kaina, let's go! Hey, Klee. I'll have plenty to talk about later! Hurry up."

Mr. Gark takes Kaina and rushes to the cranmaster's room after him.

All that was left was me and Eva with an objectified expression who didn't know what was going on, and Citrine, who had just returned but for some reason had even caught him with the main culprit, besides knowing what was going on.

... Impossible. Too good. What's going on, our members?

I did say I needed Citrie's help, but that's not what I meant. I said the pull is strong, but isn't it too strong?

Sitley is waiting for my word in silence. [M]

After wondering what to say, I decided to forget everything that bothered me earlier.

Stand up and spread your arms wide in front of Citrie.

The Sorcery Order and Slime, the shit will be fine later. Now let's just rejoice in returning.

Whatever they say, all I can do is wait for the hero to return, because that's all.

I smiled and said it clearly to Citrie again.

"Welcome back, Citrie. Glad you're safe."

"Yes. I'm just... Mr. Klee"